Yao Yun threw a punch, reducing most of the grand general's estate to rubble. Billowing dust and smoke rolled outward, and shock waves surged like furious breakers, forcing the household guards and retainers closing in to retreat again and again. Sangji stood amid the dust, his robes snapping, not a speck settling on him. Ignoring the surrounding clamor, he bowed straight down before Yao Yun, who had killed Liyang's Grand General Who Guards the North. His action brought a look of astonishment to Yao Yun's face, but she recovered in an instant.
The monk from Great Snow Mountain was kneeling to the High God beyond the heavens, not to her.
"Please, High God, grant me a chance to ascend!" Sangji pressed his forehead tightly against the ground, his voice ringing with conviction.
Yet in Yao Yun's spiritual perception, the latent Qi within Sangji surged ever more powerfully, like a peak ten thousand fathoms high thrusting up from the earth, its momentum terrifying. Boom!
The grand general's estate shook again. The ground abruptly collapsed, affecting an area over a thousand feet across and scattering all the dust and smoke that hung like thick curtains.
Still prostrate, Sangji raised his head. His eyes, blue as mountain lakes, held the weight of long years.
As that presence fully awakened, the heavens changed in an instant!
Clouds surged in from every direction, like hundreds upon thousands of spirit snakes coiling around Sangji's body.
Then dark clouds gathered thickly and lightning rolled, as though a terrifying storm were brewing.
"The Twelve Transformations of the Mortal Realm-a Spirit Refining Grandmaster!" Yao Yun's pupils contracted sharply, and her expression shifted slightly.
The total number of Spirit Refining Grandmasters in the world did not exceed ten.
Most secluded themselves among famous mountains and great rivers, deep forests and